Impermanent Thunder

A Boy With Roses

It was supposed to be fun, but the night ended in uproar                                              

Whiskey poured in glasses eagerly waiting                                                                        

Too drunk to reason, we see each other, faces melting                                                          

Rising tides, a meteoric rise, fluctuating eyes                                                                  

In the icy black flood of night our minds overflowed                                            

Swaying pendulums into ephemeral highs                                                              

Disowned light forever calling out into swimming darkness                                          

The faint shimmering reflection of hope dwindles                                                      

The sound of metal sun kissed in a garden of angels singing              

Trigger fingers, dead ghosts in a furious rage                                                            

Loveless hearts beating on a private island, fools talking                                          

Involved words, simmering feelings flowing like drinks                                                      

In an expansive space to flesh things out                                                                              

I hear you, but this is my way to honour our love                                                

Resilient, wondering reflections in the beauty of idleness                                              

True love, one love, bright skies in the light of sunshine                              

I think of you like sunsets, speaking in waterfalls                                                            

When the day gets dark and cold                                                                                            

I feel the regret growing like a mountain in me                                          

And I can't explain why I act so dismissive                                                                      

I told myself, from now on I'm going to say sorry                                                  

To think, I don't want to get angry over little things                              

Succumb to the anger inside, break you like a promise                          

A worn down burst of colours downbeat                                        

A worn down street, bruised but I can't leave you                                                        

The babble, the stress, the hangover                                                                                    

The fruit you leave behind like my lover's tears                                                          

Wounded hero compensating in a bloodless field                                                            

The fear in my bones echoes like belligerent winds                                                

Love letters, roots, unearthed, memories I can't pretend                                                      

I'm sunshine bramble in dreamy meadows                                                                                    

Mossy and reeling twilight blues when the flowers burn                                                        

Deep beneath divine ocean of skin, candles, flowers, refulgent stars                                      

My life is an effortless violin, an unfinished painting                                                          

In the back seat, deprived, eyes behind a burnished shield                                            

Our minds were an explosion of bite marks                                                          

Tugging at the heavy fabric of being. 

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2021 19:10
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